I love myself.

That smell is not me, I smell likes roses and happiness - and my voice is melodious like the springtime rain.

I love me. I love me like the sun is bright, and the ocean is vast.

In most social quandaries I think only of myself, and I'm quick to judge virtually everyone and everything around me. I rarely make any accommodations for other people, as doing so would be hurtful - to me. When there is an opportunity to do a selfless act, I rarely take myself up on it.

When I hear my own name, I never respond with "Yea?" I just smile, and nod - embraced by the warmth and security that only can be found through myself.

I'm emotionally guarded, and rarely vulnerable. My utter oneness with myself alienates most people. This is a good thing as it allows me to weed through those who are assholes and those who aren't. The criteria? Me.